In one cold January night
Igor will hear a tapping on his door
And he will have a fright
When he sees the ghost of Roger Moore.
He will invite him in,
He'll have nothing to say
He'll think about that deadly tailcock sin
And how he could go back to that dreaded day.
Igor will take a good long look at Roger Moore
His eyes, his mouth, his body type and see how he has changed
And how his shadow falls on the Towers slatey floor
He'll think back to plans that he had arranged
How they never came to be
And Igor left with nothing but a memory
'Oh Roger, oh Roger!" Igor will cry out
"Whatever happened to us?"
"You know" he will cry out
"It ended when I got run over by that bloody Edinburgh bus"
Then he will fade away, just like a dream
A tender tear will fall down Igor's rough-hewn cheek
He is left nothing but a huge scary scream
To lift Queenie out of her bed, right to the beam
Roger Moore never came
He is just a Towers ghost, long time dead
Just another memory, just another name
And how they wished that they had more tailcock time to spend.